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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
"Come, my dear," said Morrel, rising from his seat; "let us go and see, and Heaven have pity upon us if it be false intelligence!"
They all went out, and on the stairs met Madame Morrel, who had been afraid to go up into the cabinet. In an instant they were at the
Maximilian Morrel.
Cannebiére. There was a crowd on the pier. All the crowd gave way before Morrel. "The Pharaon! the Pharaon!" said every voice.
And wonderful to say, in front of the tower of Saint-Jean was a ship bearing on her stern these words, printed in white letters, "The Pharaon, Morrel and Son, of Marseilles." It was precisely resembling the other Pharaon, and loaded, as that had been, with cochineal and
